You were an old soul. Far too young for a headstone, Name and lifespan now beautifully engraved. How did it come to this?
You were an old soul.
Far too young for a headstone,
Name and lifespan now beautifully engraved.
How did it come to this?
You were beautiful, inside and out.
But you couldn't see it,
Wouldn't believe it.
You stared in the mirror
Saw someone else in the reflection.
Someone you didn't like,
Someone you came to hate.
It wasn't you.
You described her more than once,
But it wasn't you.
You felt like the world couldn't see you.
You couldn't see you either,
I think that frightened you more.
The stark outlines of reality
Gave way to blurred lines of illusion,
You were slowly disappearing.
I never once suspected,
Though now, in hindsight,
The puzzle pieces fit.
When I found you,
Like a stained glass window,
Colored shards lay everywhere.
Your angelic face calm, serene,
Lifeless eyes shared one final smile.
Who did you see in the mirror
When you looked for the very last time?
But alas, you were not alone that day,
There was another, declared you fairest of all.
Like a kiss from a rose
This voice, a sweet and poisonous nectar.
A promise of Nirvana
As you watched its petals unfurl.
Numb to the bite of its thorns
Your life ebbed, slowly, away.
Broken needle in your vein
Cut your precious life short that day.
I can hear the faint echo of laughter
When I close my eyes at night.
Somewhere beyond the grave
I believe you found relief from the pain.
But I’m afraid to look in the mirror,
Not sure what I might see.
Wonder whose voice I’ll hear,
From the reflection staring back at me.
Kiss From A Rose ©️ 2016 by Kris Peterson. All rights reserved.